“Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened Into the rose garden. My words echo Thus, in your mind. But to what purpose Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves I do not know.” (T.S. Eliot: Four Quartets, Burnt Norton).
A stack of wax bricks, shards of plaster and a wax light bulb close a personal journey and the life of an old derelict cottage. On March 30th 2014, the house was demolished, leaving only a place in time.